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the
clocks are singing again 
sun blinds through
all sleep past 
it's only truth they tell 
it strikes in my head 
this tick  
and this tock
I must not 
must not 
listen
the clocks are singing again 
when they stop 
all sigh for time lost 
to forever
 
ReplyDeleteA perfect poem.
Till the next one.
and what of the hourglass?
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